The Curse

1800's

The gaslights lit the street as a couple exited the hotel. The boy had his arm wrapped around the laughing girl as he whispered secrets in her ear. Casually and quite without her knowing it he led her down the street where fewer gaslamps lit the night.

"I'd better go home." She whispered in the boy's ear.

"Of course I'll take you home. Here is a shortcut." He explained leading her into a deserted bystreet. She went willingly enough until to her surprise the boy slammed her up against a wall.

"What are you doing?" She cried out as the boy began to pull up her skirts. "Stop! Stop!" His hand slid up the hot white flesh of her inner thigh.

His hands went to his own pants unbuckling them exposing his long hard cock.

"No, Michael, please." She tried to push him off her but he was too heavy too intent on the rape. Tears ran down her pretty face.

Michael spread her legs by forcing his hips between hers. She was so warm and soft. God he'd wanted Angela Riche since he had first seen her.

With one forward thrust he tore through her tender virgin cunt. Angela cried out but there was no one to hear.

"What do you mean that you have been arraigned?" Richard McCallum shouted at the boy standing before his desk.

"I know nothing of it, Father."

Richard snorted in disbelief as he lay back into his leather chair. Richard was not an old man to be a father, he was only 43, with dark brown hair and piercing gray eyes. His body as well as his mind were hardened due to the hard labor that he did everyday on his plantation as well as on his shipping company.

He glared at his son Michael with gun metal eyes. Fucking kid. Richard supposed in an abstract way that his son was very handsome he had inherited his dead wife's blond hair and murky blue eyes even her delicacy of face he had won from her as well and now at 22 he was a very sought after bachelor. Once again he cursed his lot in life to be saddled with this irresponsible youth.

"Damn your mother for dying when you were only ten! At least you would have learned how to treat a woman better." Richard lifted his whiskey glass to his sensual mouth. He set it down with an audible click in the silent room. "You tell me now you little shit what the hell happened."

Rage burned in Michael's eyes but he slowly got control of himself as he saw the knowing grin his father cast him.

"I did not rape Angela Riche."

Richard tapped his fingers on the surface of the walnut desk slowly letting each digit hit the wood. "Then why is she accusing you of such?"

"Because I refused to marry her."

"You expect me to believe you?" Richard asked dubiously.

"I don't care what you believe." Michael hissed.

"I'll contact my lawyer. Get the fuck out of my sight."

The door slammed behind Michael. God, if Michael were to be found guilty, as Richard suspected that he was, Richard's shipping company would suffer as the McCallum name was ground into the dirt.

A knock at the door disturbed Richard. "Yes!"

"It's only me Massa." A slight black woman appeared by his desk bearing a tea tray.

"Thank you, Estephania." Richard sighed.

Estephania closed the door behind her. There was nothing to do now but wait.

The trial came up quickly probably due to the fact that Judge Waters was Mr. Riche's friend who took the case as a personal insult. Once Angela had gone up and given her tearful moving plea that Michael be punished for soiling her Richard knew that this was the end. Michael had took the stand and given a bunch of shit about how when the two were seen leaving the hotel together Angela was drunk and had gotten upset when Michael had refused to marry her. He said that they parted ways on the street.

No one appeared to believe what he said.

This night Richard sat before the fire in his den staring into the flames.

He heard a swish of skirts and when he looked up he saw Estephania at his side. He smiled halfheartedly at her. "What can I do for you, Estephania?"

Estephania looked down at Richard. He had been a good massa he didn't mistreat the slaves and when there were grievances he always tried to be fair. It could have been worse. Her black eyes glittered in the flames as she spoke. "You wanna get your son off?"

Richard sat up straighter in his chair. "What are you saying, Estephania?"

"Go see this woman that I know she got the power to help you."

"What woman?"

"She be a priestess. She live on 42166 Birmingham Street, ask for Missy DeBray."

Richard looked skeptically at his slave. "What can she do to help me?"

"She be right with the gods they always hear her."

Richard sighed figuring that this was some slave vodoun shit but he was at his wit's end. What else was there to do? The verdict was to be given in two days and Richard's lawyer told him that his son would probably hang if Judge Waters had his way. He'd give the old crone a shot, he thought, why not? He was desperate to save his family name.

Arriving at 42166 Birmingham Street Richard saw a lovely and immense demesne. Probably a very rich family he surmised. Now he had to think about how he was going to go up to this family and ask to speak to one of their slaves. It just was not done.

Richard squared his massive shoulders, tugged at his white gloves and began walking up the drive to the house. As he was coming up he saw a woman dressed all in white coming out of the house. She had dark hair pulled back in a braid but that was all he could discern. She stopped a few feet away from the house to open up her parasol then she continued toward him.

When she came up to him she greeted him pleasantly, he returned the greeting then asked. "Do you know the family that live in this house?"

The woman smiled lazily causing Richard to think that she looked like the cat who ate the cream. She was very beautiful with dark hair and up close he saw that her eyes were brown. Her full lips were delicately carved and her high cheekbones carried no spot of rouge. When she smiled at him he saw a row of straight white teeth, the eyeteeth were a touch on the sharp side but though it unnerved him it excited him as well.

"Indeed I do." She raised arched black brows.

"I am seeking out a Miss DeBray. May I find her inside?"

Her smile vanished leaving her with a masterful look to her face. The indentations below her cheekbones were prominent. "Who sent you, Mr?"

"McCallum. Richard McCallum. My slave Estephania told me to seek her out here."

The woman in white nodded. "Estephania. I remember her she wanted love. I am Miss DeBray."

Shock hit Richard squarely in the chest as he struggled to breathe again. Where he had expected an aged crone mixing a bubbling brew he found a white woman.

The woman smiled noting Richard's discomfort. "I was about to take my lunch at my club why do you not join me and we may talk there?"

Richard was quick to recover and graciously offered her his arm.

Once inside the restaurant they were seated at a table for two in a corner. Miss DeBray put her parasol down and when she was before Richard in all her glory she quite bowled him over with her beauty.

The waiter came and took their order when he left Richard began his story.

"I will pay you whatever you demand. Only please,"

Miss DeBray reached out to cover his callused hand with her soft one. The waiter came then setting bowls of soup before them. Miss DeBray daintily dipped her spoon in to take a taste. Richard fascinated stared at her mouth.

"My name is Narcissa DeBray since we are to be working together you may as well call me Narcissa. I have only one question to ask; is your son guilty?"

Richard's teeth were set on edge but he spoke the truth. "Yes."

"Very well Richard. Let us now speak of other things and when we are done if you would be so kind as to walk me home I will give you the particulars."

They finished their meal in a friendly mood yet when Richard walked Narcissa to her door she stopped him from entering. "I will help you."

Richard was standing so close to Narcissa he could smell the rosewater that she used and the scent made his head swim.

"I do not demand payment. I will leave it up to you to decide what is proper to give. Good afternoon, Richard, leave everything to me."

The day of the verdict. When Judge Waters proclaimed Michael not guilty the whole court was stunned. Angela, sobbing, was walked away by her father. That night Richard paid a visit to Narcissa DeBray.

She met him at the door dressed in a black peignoir once again denying him entrance but she went out onto her veranda with him.

"Yes, Richard?" She said.

Richard once again could not speak. Narcissa had her hair loose and it flowed in the slight spring breeze making her nipples harden. She had lovely breasts small but firm. Richard had not been able to put Narcissa out of his mind. Every night he dreamed of her, hot sexy dreams. He did things to her in those dreams that he never did with his own wife. He ran his finger below his collar to loosen it as he consciously moved his eyes from her breasts back to her eyes.

"I've come to pay you."

Another lazy smile as she turned more fully toward Richard showing him her slender body barely covered by the black lace. "Really?"

He handed over a piece of paper smiling inside as he did so. This would keep his Narcissa close at hand. "It is a deed to a house that was built on my property long ago. I have given you the land as well."

Narcissa took the paper. "Did you think I would ask for your soul?" She laughed seeing Richard's face.

He blew out a breath. "I was afraid you might."

"Thank you Richard. Good night." She whisked back into her palace in a flurry of black lace.

"Good night, Narcissa, you will be mine." Richard whispered to the night air.

Over the next few weeks Narcissa hired contractors to fix up the house as she saw fit. Richard had given her leave to enter his house whenever she wanted. Her presence aroused Michael from his drunken doings. Since he had been cleared Michael had boasted about the town that he was invincible and irresistible. He now saw Narcissa, little knowing that she was the means of his salvation, he desired her.

He waited until she was alone in the library one night poring over a book reading by the light of a candelabra. Like a snake he struck tipping over the chair Narcissa sat in dumping her to the floor. Michael got on top of her raising her thin chemise but Narcissa was stronger than the hysterical Angela and she picked up her book bringing it with a resounding thud against his temple. He fell on top of her senseless.

Narcissa scooted out from under his dead weight and stood. This time the little boy would get what he deserved. Picking out one white candle from the candelabra she stepped over Michael's sprawled body. She spat on him. "I curse you. That your body may weaken and spoil with none to save you." She tipped the candle onto the exposed skin of his chest so that a hot dribble of wax fell onto his skin burning him. Narcissa smiled. "The life in the candle, the life in your body are now one and the same." She blew out the candle.

One week later Michael was too weak to get out of bed. All the doctors that Richard brought in could not tell him what was wrong with his son. Desperate he went to Narcissa.

"Can you help my son?" He pleaded before her in his master bedroom.

"No."

"No? What do you mean no?" Richard started to see red.

"He deserves what is happening to him." Narcissa sat before him on the edge of his bed a regal queen.

"Damn you witch I said fix him!" He reached out gripping Narcissa by the shoulders shaking her. His lust rising with his anger.

"No!"

Richard stopped shaking Narcissa and kissed her mouth. Her lips were sweet and warm and he kissed her harder. Pushing her back onto the bed. Where the son had been a fool the father was an expert and there was no way Narcissa could just push him off.

"Please Richard," She breathed.

Richard was lost in his haze of lust ripping apart the thin bodice of Narcissa's gown exposing her breasts. "God I want you, Narcissa. I've wanted you since I first saw you." His hot mouth suckled her breast.

Narcissa placed her hands on his shoulders tring to push him off her but Richard was built like an ox and would not budge.

With one hand Richard reached below Narcissa's skirts finding her cunt damp.

"Don't do this, Richard." Narcissa's dark eyes pleaded. Richard only smiled. He burrowed his hand farther in to touch her tender clit Narcissa bucked up at the touch.

"Yeah, baby. Let me touch you." Richard kissed her smooth neck.

Strange sensations were building up inside Narcissa making her long for release from this sweet torment. Release came when Richard slid down her body burying his face in her cunt licking and sucking her swollen flesh.

Richard grunted in satisfaction as he heard Narcissa's screams of ecstasy. Quickly he unfastened his trousers releasing his thick cock he moved back over Narcissa.

"No!" Narcissa shrieked feeling the blunt tip of Richard's cock butting into her tight cunt seeking entrance. But between her exhalation and inhalation Richard entered her.

He stopped in shock for a moment.

Narcissa was a virgin.

But his lust won out over his surprise as he began to move inside her. He caught Narcissa's gasps and sighs with his kiss. She was so tight and wet. God, it had never been this good before. He wanted to last longer for her but he was too overwhelmed and came deep inside her.

Narcissa shoved Richard's body off of her pulling together her clothes she rose up regally and walked out of the room. There were no tears, no histrionics, nothing.

Richard clothed himself and followed her. Narcissa was exiting the house when Richard called her name. Narcissa stilled but did not turn to face him. Richard couldn't speak and Narcissa left.

One week later and Michael was dead.

Narcissa knew that she should not have helped Richard when he asked for her help. She knew that Michael had been guilty so necessarily the magic had come back on her threefold. First the son tried to rape her, unsuccessfully, and then the father, successfully. Her virginity which she had saved all these years, 22 to be exact, was in ruins. She hoped that that would be the end to her punishment. Now she lay hidden inside her house on 42166 Birmingham Street wondering what to do next. She had heard that Michael was dead. Thanks to her, she smiled smugly. So now what would Richard do? He had no heir to pass his fortune off to. Oh well, that wasn't her problem. Narcissa sighed leaning back onto her bed, it was nine o'clock at night may as well get some sleep.

Something woke Narcissa up. She sat up in her bed surrounded by total darkness. She couldn't see anything couldn't hear anything except the frantic beat of her heart.

Suddenly a hand shot out of the darkness clamping over Narcissa's mouth stifling her screams.

"You didn't really think I would let you get away, did you?" The deep voice rasped as she was thrown back onto the bed.